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Текст песни:

[Verse 1:]
I went 2 see mii nigga, he doin 17 1 of da realist niggaz I dun ever seen
Got caught with a bird his record was clean.cumin back frum dade all he needed was to speed
He was a real soldier but his partna was greed, went out with dat 40 .how is 17 yrs worth
A key shit cause 20 grand will getchu 10 a piece. he ain′t wanna hurt nobody
He was jus tryna eat.he had a real job went to work 4 days a week.said
Dis was his last trip n he was gettin out da streets.he a good nigga a second is
All he need.

[Chorus: x2]
Sum niggas made mistakes fucked up circumstances.now dey life gone prolly gon′ die in
Da pin.they dun gave up life dey put it God′s hands.wat happened to a miricale all he
Ne is a 2nd chance.

[Verse 2:]
Wish I had 2 chance 2 sentence da judge kids.n watch em beg fo dey life lyke mii
Niggas did.give dem a lyfe sentence fo sumthin dat wasn′t big.
Befo dey get granted dey appeal dey gotta do 10.u gotta be on da otha foot fo
You to understand.the scariest thing in da world is to be a black man. I wish
Wat my future hold I wish I knew in advanced.I approach lyfe erre day jus hopin
I win.alot of us already lost dey sittin in da pen.dis shit crazy cause God forgives sins.
But wen it comes to the system dat shit don′t bend.I guess it do dependin on da
Color of yo skin.

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
I though it was understood dat nobody was perfect how can 1 mistake make yo
Life worthless God made us all we here to serve a purpose yo life in 12 strangers
Hands n cum back w/ a verdict .but is dat fair wat if dey all was dirty.you mess up
1 time n dey cum back with 30 wat if u ain′t got money.yo hold family hurtin
Den u ain′t got a choice.u gotta cop out early but if u were rich u wouldn′t had dat
30.but wat if tha judge racist ain′t nobody around to overrun it.the system fucked up
It ain′t sturdy welcome to america home to da contraversy

[Chorus x2]

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Текст песни:

[Chorus: x2]
I′m on yak she on goosey all my niggaz keep dat tooly I′m in chevy he in duely
Me n my niggaz finna make a movie

[Verse 1:]
Sick chevy back to back I drink brown dey drink white paint wet engine tight
Dis our city we run lites hustle all day stunt at night pistol on lap who gon′ jack
Pulled up da realist pulled out tha whips time to show who got chips, my dog trippin
Left his clip liqour store buy 1 mo fifth hog in da trunk beamin n yo ear.spent a stack on
My gear.fuck dem niggaz motion picture rite here.stop this bitch let′s make a movie rite here

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]
Betta grab a seat n sum pop corn cause me n mii niggaz finna put on sum in tha streets
All of em strong couple my niggaz just came home ridin candy sittin on chrome pants
Hanging grill showin wild onerre set we on catch me standing on da hood of my car
We don′t play nothin but my songs dem niggaz ain′t real they jus rappin homes b4
It′s ova money gettin thrown holdin up traffic are we wrong

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
Oh tha club we gon′ shut it down ain′t no secret wen I′m n town sumbody said
Who is plies here you go couple dollars this in this corna only goons allowed
All tha goons make em proud all my dawgs on pills crowd goin wild wanna crank up da
Club put on plies time to throw money ain′t threw it in a while slangin money let it fly

[Chorus x2]

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Текст песни:

[Hook:]
Who hotter than me,
Who hotter than me,
Who hotter than me nigga,

Who hotter than me,
Who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Who hotter than me,

Gotta a question for the streets who hotter than me
Who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Gotta a question for the streets
Who hotter than who hotter than me
Nigga who hotter than me (Ha, ha)

[Verse 1:]
How you feel hater′s ya hatin didn′t work
Thanks to ya′ll I′m the hottest thing on Earth
Got the bitches and the goons but I′m the first
Rose a couple mil and still in the verve
Catch me flushin through the city shawty no shirt
I don′t fall gonna come on the first
Blew life in the streets had em rebirth
See me on fire hater I know it gotta hurt
I′m so hood classic words
Wanna talk business what′s in the purse
Am I gon die won′t get murked
Who hotta than me nobody sir

[Hook: x2]
Gotta a question for the streets who hotter than me
Who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Gotta a question for the streets
Who hotter than who hotter than me
Nigga who hotter than me (Ha, ha)

[Verse 2:]
Bet cha can′t name a hoe who don′t want me
Like ya can′t name a city I ain′t hot in
Make you rich but by 30 grand
On fire dawg where my fans
Tell you what to call me promoter best friend
Put yo money on me if you want win
Lot of rappers sittin home on the weekend
Got a waitin list shawty put chall off in
Can′t move me dawg from 130 grand
Try ta give me 29 if ya think I′m playin
Who runnin the streets where all the moats end
Streets done spoke shawty I′m the man

[Hook: x2]
Gotta a question for the streets who hotter than me
Who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Gotta a question for the streets
Who hotter than who hotter than me
Nigga who hotter than me (Ha, ha)

[Verse 3:]
Somebody put me out I′m on fire
Please tell dem fags I′m retired
Know a lot of rappers for hire
Streets don′t fuck with you, you a liar
Plies real you preaching to the choir
Yo budds in the streets expired
Count a 100 grand I′m kinda tired
Keep your hoe from round me ′fore I buy her
Goons love me I′m they supplier
Street cred don′t get no higher
Got the 40 homie cause I′m lired
Sincerely yours Mr. Pliers

[Hook:]
Gotta a question for the streets who hotter than me
Who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Gotta a question for the streets
Who hotter than who hotter than me
Nigga who hotter than me (Ha, ha)

Gotta a question for the streets who hotter than me
Who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Gotta a question for the streets
Who hotter than who hotter than me
Nigga who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Nigga who hotter than me

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Текст песни:

[Chorus: x2]
I keep a couple killas round me wen I move cause
I don′t fuck with a lot of dudes, you won′t rob me but I mite
Rob youbut wen you see me you gon see my goons

[Verse 1:]
Couple niggaz on my right couple nigga on my left but I am a muthafuckin killa mii self
Got my glock 40 rite under mii belt hit you with this burner you will melt I only hang
W/ my goons n nobody else so you betta keep yo hands to yo self.wen I say I′m ready
We gon′ step if you ain′t got enough guns then you gon′ need sum help.
Make sure this wat you want b4 we shoot u to death.cause we a lil silly with this shit
Which is bad fo yo health.all of us stay with it all of us stay strapped dat is why I keep
All my goonz on deck.

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]
Smell da liquor on my breath smell da dro on my skin look dey throwing big faces in da wind
I am not friendly and I′m not your friend got a thousand huned in my right hand.wen
Eva ya′ll ready let tha shootin game begin I′m walkin kind of slow cause my five big
Ethier ya′ll gon′ chill or we gon′ mess up ya′ll gig we all crazy cause all us bent
My goonz paranoid please don′t flip cause all my goonz ain′t got good sense
We all dead drunk n all us lit but I luv my goonzs cause dey tote dey shit

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
I ain′t cum so low tonite I′m w′ my clique I havent seen her since I fucked dat bitch
And I have′nt called her so I kno she sick pushed her off on da goons and let 1
Of dem hit.cause I gotta stay focused cause dese niggaz real slick you will not rob me
N turn round n sell my shit keep my eyes open cause it happen real quick

[Chorus x2]

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Текст песни:

[Intro:]
Ay bra drop us off right here
Right here the blue house bra
Ay bra let′s get in these bushes
When that fuck nigga get here he gets it

[Hook:]
You don′t know it but I done peeped where you stay pussy
Bitch you gettin to yo house, I be right in yo bushes
Jump out with that choppa, actin real foolish
Keep bullshittin nigga I′mma be right in yo bushes

You don′t know it but I done peeped where you stay pussy
Bitch you gettin to yo house, I be right in yo bushes
Jump out with that choppa, actin real foolish
Keep bullshittin nigga I′mma be right in yo bushes

[Verse 1:]
But get dropped off with them goons late night
We gone dug off with them choppas and sit tight
Lay right in yo bushes until you come back
And when we finish them crackas gone have to put you on ice
Nigga jumpin up out them bushes ain′t nothin nice
We gone throw some shit but ain′t gone be rice
Hollow points gone be whistlin comin back to back
Nigga we murkin we ain′t worried bout you buckin back
We ain′t come for the money we come for yo life
Nigga we patient with this shit we′ll lay all night
We done did it before laid till the sunlight
You don′t know it yet but fuck nigga you gettin wiped

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Got on my monkey suit layin in this wet grass
Got me hot pussy I wanna give it to you bad
Soon as you turn up in this bitch we puttin it on yo ass
Fuck niggas that run they mouths don′t last
Me and my goons don′t argue nigga we toe tag
You ain′t do it right them crackas gone bring them body bags
Wanna see what you do when you see that ski mask
Want see you smile for that yoppa when you see it flash
We ain′t gone let you get out we shootin thru yo glass
Walkin to yo car shooting that choppa lookin mad
Bustin from the front, the goons bustin from the back
Clique of young niggas gettin off in all black

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
My goons lurk all day lookin for spots
Tryin to find where you layin and what you got
Might done followed you home weither you know it or not
Until we peep something nigga we circling the block
Keep them yoppas on deck so we ready to squab
Nigga ridin all mornin since 7 o′clock
I′m on yak they on pills we ready to wile
So if you slippin and we peep you we ready to plie
Four yoppas fifty rounds two hundred shots
All us ridin with big toolies no glocks
All the yoppas off safety no locks
Better hope yo bushes ain′t our next spot

[Hook]

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Текст песни:

[Intro]
Hey nigga... It ain′t no motherfuckin′ secret no mo′ nigga... Yeah
I got my motherfuckin′ chips straight now nigga... You bitch ass
niggas better hope I don′t go broke nigga... ′Cause if I do I′mma
be layin′ in yo′ motherfuckin′ bushes nigga haha!

[Chorus]
I′m ridin′ on twenty-eights (you know my money straight)
I drink ′Gnac e′eryday (you know my money straight)
Ask the strippers do I play (you know my money straight)
I′m in the mall e′eryday (you know my money straight)
I′m ridin′ on twenty-eights (you know my money straight)
I drink ′Gnac e′eryday (you know my money straight)
Ask the strippers do I play (you know my money straight)
I′m in the mall e′eryday (you know my money straight)

[Verse 1]
I′m a animal in the club beast in the mall
If you want it better cop it ′fore I buy it out
Finna show you lil′ rookie ass niggas how to ball
Don′t you size me lil′ nigga if ya money small
Got choppers and money so I′m ready for war
Got a glock forty pin yo′ ass to the wall
Drop ten on the eights like to sit tall
And if you want the ho tell me I′ll buy her dog
I drink ′Gnac don′t fuck wit′ Cris′ at all
Draggin′ bags nigga bust stacks in the mall
You smoke regular or ′preme homie it′s yo′ call
It ain′t shit to me nigga ′cause I′m a big dog
You don′t know when the feds comin′ so you better ball
Livin′ mine on the edge motherfuck the law
I′m gettin′ mo′ money now nigga than I done ever saw
And I can afford to smoke it a hundred dollar ′gar

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I buy whips on the regular soak ′em in candy
You know I′m in the strip club ′cause all the hoes happy
Soon as I hit the motherfuckin′ do′ I′m spendin′ cabbage
Spend somethin′ or get the fuck from ′round me crabbin′
Me and the goons caked up blowin′ money laughin′
Ask the niggas that know me I′m big dog status
It ain′t V.S.O.P. I don′t want it don′t even ask me
Blew a stack on that ho ′cause I seen you hackin′
Got my pistol on me pussy nigga that′s why I′m actin′
′Gnaced up and doped up ready to make it happen
Rather be the nigga that e′erybody wanna rob
Then be that nigga dog that e′erybody seen starve
I get money nigga that′s my motherfuckin′ job
And I ain′t goin′ broke no mo′ nigga I swear to God
′Cause when you ballin′ nigga that′s when that hatin′ start
I know one way to go pussy and that′s hard

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I′m out right now a hundred thousand dollar bonds
Pussy ass cracker must thought a nigga ain′t have the funds
Got out the same day nigga bought mo′ guns
Beggin′ one of these fuck niggas to play dumb
So I can fuck around and give they ass the whole drum
Took plenty losses bounced back off e′ery one
Ain′t never asked one of you fuck niggas to hold somethin′
Then why you mad at me pussy ′cause you ain′t me
Ain′t been in the mall five minutes and done spent a G
Tell the truth about me pussy I′m who you wanna be
I gave her two hundred for the head ′cause I′m fuckin′ for free
If you a pussy nigga you probably don′t fuck wit′ me
How much I paid for the watch dropped fifty-three
Bought that and another crib the same week
And all my rent paid for nigga I ain′t leasin′
It′s official you fuck niggas ′cause Plies even

[Chorus]

[music out]

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Текст песни:

Ooohhhhh
She My Bust It Baby [x6]

[Plies:]
First time we had sex, it was like a movie
Both of us fell asleep, both us was woozy
Love how she say my name, love how she do me
Gain feelings for her, kinda quick, kinda blew me
Found myself thinking ′bout her shit kinda spooked me
Mo′ time we spent together the mo′ she got attached
I love being around her, seem like the perfect match
She ain′t blow my phone up and she ain′t neva hack
She knew her place, played her role, and she was cool with that
What you doing?, Where you going?, Questions she don′t ask
She took my mind off the streets, she helped me relax
She wanna VIP her baby, she put me on my back

[Chorus: x2]
Her sex game crazy(crazy)
Body So Amazing(Amazing)
Kiss like she cravin′(cravin′)
Walk like she taken(taken)
Attitude mistaken(mistaken)
Fiend for her daily(daily)
Care about her greatly(greatly)
Why she my bust it baby(baby)

[Plies:]
What we did last night got me wantin′ to call her
If I wasn′t real homie I′d probably stalk her
From the hood, when she get drunk she talk proper
Got kinky with her, told her to dress up like a lawyer
I was the judge last night I gave her all the orders
Worked it real good, turned her round dog & spoiled her
Told her if I gave her anymore I′m a have to charge her
Felt the vibe in the room, the feelings getting larger
Took her from the bench now turned her into a starter
Taste like suga, smell like water
Now she into goons, all off what I taught her
What I do to her make her care about me harder

[Chorus: x2]
Her sex game crazy(crazy)
Body So Amazing(Amazing)
Kiss like she cravin′(cravin′)
Walk like she taken(taken)
Attitude mistaken(mistaken)
Fiend for her daily(daily)
Care about her greatly(greatly)
Why she my bust it baby(baby)

Oooohhh oohh
She my bust it baby [x6]

@ Plies

Текст песни:

(Ey I Like To Welcome All You Mother Fuckers, To The Home Of The Goons, Where The Graveyards Over
Crowed And Where Choppers Is A Most)

[Chorus:]
You Caught Slippin Crackers Goin To Find Your Ass Not Breathin, 100 Holes In Your Ass And Your Body
Licking, Nigga Ridin With Them Drums Nigga For A Reason, Down Here We In The Middle Of Murkin Season
[x2]

[Verse 1:]
Stay On The Coast Nigga If You Aint Ready To Make And Shake Cause This The Home Of The Bodys Check
The Murder Rate, Money Is Key The Only Thing Be The Murder Case So You Better Kill Him If You Dont
Want Him At Your Court Date, You Coming Better Come With Them Choppers And Dont Fake Cause If You
Bullshitin Youll One Who Get Erased This Niggas Murkin Out Pussy Nigga In Broad Day, And Where Ever
U Get Caught Slipping At Thats Where You Lay, And Like They Say Nigga No Face No Case As Long As
This Goons Are Lurkin The Streets Aint Save The More Rounds You Shoot A Nigga The Less Aim It Take
Its Murkin Season So You Pussys Stay Out The Way

[Chorus:]
You Caught Slippin Crackers Goin To Find Your Ass Not Breathin, 100 Holes In Your Ass And Your Body
Licking, Nigga Ridin With Them Drums Nigga For A Reason, Down Here We In The Middle Of Murkin Season
[x2]

[Verse 2:]
And Murkin Season Dont End This Shit Get Around, It Aint Neva Dropping Murkin Season Dont Slow Down
Its Impossible Too Many Choppers Floating Round This Young Niggas They Sick With It With Dat Four
Pound,They Cut It 12 And All They Talk About Is Murkin Out,Old Lady Said She Woke Up By That Chopper
Sound, Said She Gat Out Of Bed And Laid Right Down From What I Heard Them Crackers Found 120 Rounds,
Four Mother Fucking Dead Bodys Layin On The Ground, Nigga Bend On It Now Who Gonna Get Offer?
Running Your Fuck Box You Better Watch How You Choose Your Words And Niggas Sendin Treats Pussy You
Gat Alot Of Nerves, Nigga Leav Your Mother Fucking Brains On The Curve This Aint The Eightis Dawg
Niggas Gettin Murk Every Where You Turn You See Dead Niggas On T-Shirts Every Time I Pass By The
Graveyard I See A Herb

[Chorus:]
You Caught Slippin Crackers Goin To Find Your Ass Not Breathin, 100 Holes In Your Ass And Your Body
Licking, Nigga Ridin With Them Drums Nigga For A Reason, Down Here We In The Middle Of Murkin Season
[x2]

[Verse 3:]
Not Respecting This Streets What Gat You Niggas Fucked, That Pussy Nigga Aint Bout It He Know How To
Play Tough, Runnin Your Dick Suck In Flag Would Get You Chopped Up I Know Plenty Of Niggas Like You
Dat Done Gat Touched You Talk Alot Cause You Gat A Chopper That Iant Enough I Know 100 Niggas With
Choppers Blowing Your A Bust, You Gat The Mind For A Killer But You Aint Gat The Nuts You Gat The
Front Game Down Packed But You Aint Gat The Nut, You Probably Gat Off Before But You Aint Wack
Nothing, And You Cant Play Games Boy The Streets Real Trying To Impress A Mother Fucker Goin To Get
You Niggas Killed Murkin Season Is Official Boy This Shit For Real

[Chorus:]
You Caught Slippin Crackers Goin To Find Your Ass Not Breathin, 100 Holes In Your Ass And Your Body
Licking, Nigga Ridin With Them Drums Nigga For A Reason, Down Here We In The Middle Of Murkin Season
[x2]

@ Plies

Текст песни:

Bruh
I do NOT f**k with alotta niggas, bruh
They see me, they gon′ see me solo bruh
These pussy ass niggas out here too creep for me, bruh
These niggas is not gon′ state me, bruh
Ya′ll call them niggas ya′ll homeboys
Cracker call ya′ll organization

[Chorus: x2]
Stay in my own lane
Mind my own bidness
Hit my own licks
Get my own pennies
Keep these niggas from round me, cause I ain′t friendly
You′ll never slide up under me and be my co-defendant

[Verse 1]
Time to do bidness
Drop niggas off
Never run to them crackers on me bout what ya saw
Never snake me, and get me knocked off
Niggas like hos, love to run they f**kin′ mouth
Speak to them in the streets, won′t bring them to my house
I don′t trust neither bitch, north or the south
Won′t be around me tryna scope it out
That SUPAfriendly shit, ain′t about
Iono him, keep him from round me
Tryna peep somethin′?
What you tryna see?
Never get that close to find out where I be
I don′t know that nigga
Get him from ′round me...

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]
Niggas come around, guess what? I stop talkin′
Holla at chu niggas later, grab my shit and start walkin′
F**k that shit, I done seen too much
It seem niggas scope niggas and gettin′ niggas touched
Get in friends with niggas, turn ′round and set ′em up
Even my own dawg, talk to ′em bout certain stuff
My own friends come around, nigga I hush
Outside of court rooms, nigga I done seen enough
Time to get money, I′m so loyal
4 deep doin′ business, that′s a no-no
Cause what a nigga thinkin′, you will never know
But do my own time nigga, if I have to go

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
Ion f**k with no nigga, who got alotta friends
Cause you never know, who that nigga want to win
You vibe with too many niggas, you spread yaself then
And them the type of niggas, know everybody business then
Nigga too friendly, no tellin′ who he with
You niggas f**k with any nigga, you can′t do it big
Guarenteed you will neva slide up under kid
I keep my eyes open, and my fire hid
That′s how I stay away, from all the f**k shit
I gotta couple homeboys, but I don′t run with clique
The least a nigga know, the less he can snitch
I run solo, so I don′t have to kill a bitch

[Chorus x2]

@ Plies

Текст песни:

[Talking: Plies]
Ay man I heard a couple of niggas around here
Who said they don′t like me man
And I got a couple niggas around here brah
Who owe me a lil paper
Niggas ain′t answering they phone no mo
[? ]
I′m a tell you how I′m a handle this here man

[Chorus: x2]
Nigga owe me some money he ain′t gotta pay me
Got something for you f**k niggas who playa hatin
Nigga claiming he don′t like me but it′s all gravy
Keep playing with me and I′m a f**k your ol′ lady

[Verse 1:]
Make yo bitch leave home and don′t come back
Sit her down in that chevy and change her whole life
Make her hang in the hood and watch me shoot dice
And take her back to the crib and f**k her on 50 stacks
Fo′ you play with me dawg you betta get it right
Tell you straight up homie I′m playin real trife
Walk up straight in the club nigga with yo wife
And make her dance in front of me while I drank yak
And let her and her homegirls rock all night
And just to piss you off I′m a let her throw a stack
And everytime you see her I′m a dress her in something tight
And when you start to miss her I′m a make you buy a bite
And let her push the whip while I sit in the back
And make yo ho sleep naked with me all night
And put hickies all over her nigga that′s what she likes
Keep playing with me and I′ll f**k up your whole life

[Chorus: x2]
Nigga owe me some money he ain′t gotta pay me
Got something for you f**k niggas who playa hatin
Nigga claiming he don′t like me but it′s all gravy
Keep playing with me and I′m a f**k your ol′ lady

[Verse 2:]
I don′t want yo side ho nigga I want yo main bitch
The one you call babe the one you in love with
Make yo hoe pack yo shit
And make her call you right now and tell you it′s over with
Befo she hang up the phone she gon tell you she′s plies bitch
And when you call her back gonna have her number switched
And I′m a f**k her everyday until I get her thick
And Make her put my name on her nails and shit
And keep her hair did fo her and full of dick
I Might move her out the hood nigga just to pick
I know how to make you niggas lose weight real quick
And have you walking round this bitch looking real sick

[Chorus: x2]
Nigga owe me some money he ain′t gotta pay me
Got something for you f**k niggas who playa hatin
Nigga claiming he don′t like me but it′s all gravy
Keep playing with me and I′m a f**k your ol′ lady

@ Plies

Текст песни:

[Chorus: x2]
Just hit me a lick finna blow a check
Got stacks on me goons on deck
Finna slide thru tha strip club and make a h mess
Iono won′t that hoe I want dat bitch

[Verse:]
I got a stack in every pocket, pistol on waist, liquor in my hand, no smile on my faace, hand full
dat shit, I′m finna throw away, finna ball, been countin money all day, lil boy move, big boy finna
play, blow dis shit, en′ nuttin but paper n e way, nuttin nigga money f**k nigga n e way, nigga slip
and dun took it, all I′m a say, nigga lame, he a rookie, nigga okay, finna snatch me a hoe, spend it
on bay, got fire on me, f**k it I′m a parlay, now I′m lookin for da right hoe I′m a slay.

[Chorus x2]

To all money gon nigga, f**k it I′m a hang, if she bad, and she f**k it, I′m a blow change

@ Plies

Текст песни:

Bra if yo cash ain′t right, right now dawg shit just fucked up right now dawg u done took
A lost when a bitch don′t wanna give you nothing dawg telling you dawg u can make something happen

[Chorus: x2]
My money looking funny nigga just making it barely shit ain′t how it use to be nigga ain′t
Fronting the package gotta choke me a bitch outta something I gotta have it I′m on my
Dick dawg gotta make something happen

[Verse 1:]
When a nigga money fucked up it′s hard for him to think straight
Seem like a nigga life in park when he ain′t got cake
First thing that cross a bitch mind shid he gotta take
U can stay broke forever or u can make a shape
Cause when u broke bitch talk to u any kinda way
U on ya dick bitch don′t wanna here shit u gotta say
If u ain′t built for this street shit den get out the way
Cause when a nigga broke everybody′s fucking gravy
U either get money out chere or u fucking hate
U think a nigga gone give u something den keep waiting
U betta suck up yo mufucking pride and chase it
Cause when a nigga broke he ain′t pose to have patients

[Chorus: x2]
My money looking funny nigga just making it barely shit ain′t how it use to be nigga ain′t
Fronting the package gotta choke me a bitch outta something I gotta have it I′m on my
Dick dawg gotta make something happen

[Verse 2:]
I don′t kno if god trying to punish me or my luck just bad
I don′t kno which one of em it is but I need some fucking cash
I rather be in prison broke then out here without a stash
They say when it rains it purs then how will it last
Before I let it rain on me I′m a let a bitch crash
With all black on chie 5 and ske mask
The streets judge off wat u got not wat u had
I took a lost and it hurt me fucked me up bad
It ain′t no feeling in the world like loosing ya last
I ain′t got no choice I′m fucked up gotta bounce back
Seems like it take forever to get to get it but u can loose it fast
I rather a mufucka vist me while sitting behind a glass

[Chorus: x2]
My money looking funny nigga just making it barely shit ain′t how it use to be nigga ain′t
Fronting the package gotta choke me a bitch outta something I gotta have it I′m on my
Dick dawg gotta make something happen

[Verse 3:]
The nigga that invented robbing I bet he was broke
Cause when u fucked up out her it ain′t no fucking joke
And all bets off when a nigga money low
A nigga willing to take chances he ain′t neva took before
And willing to cross a mufucka for the love of the dough
I can′t fault nigga cause I done did that shit before
If u gone take it just be ready to play it how it go
It′s every nigga for self this shit cut throat
I bet I past me a nigga for he past me tho
For every nigga balling it′s a hundred niggas hunting
I don′t kno if he told but these yung niggas thuggin
So why u outta balling it′s some niggas riding lucky

[Chorus: x2]
My money looking funny nigga just making it barely shit ain′t how it use to be nigga ain′t
Fronting the package gotta choke me a bitch outta something I gotta have it I′m on my
Dick dawg gotta make something happen

@ Plies

Текст песни:

[Intro: Plies - talkin]
You kno sum people tthat say money change erre thang I ′m hear to say
Money don′t change erre muthafuckin thing

[Chorus:]
Last ten years momma been workin′ twice a day
Grandma on a kidney machine, she done lost all the weight,
My auntie got AIDS, she startin′ to lose her faith my brudda back in prison
2nd time he gone away .my dady smokin dat shit I can see it in his face
My lil cousin 16 n preganant frum a nigga 38.tryna stay on my son
Make sure he doin what his mama say.
Before ya take me God, help me get my family straight.

[Verse 1:]
I asked God why didn′t He bless me with a silver spoon
Cause if he did I′d never have to be a goon.If he gon′ change my family
I hope he do it soon.I′m tired of answerin my fone hearin bad news.
My grandma on a walker she can barely move. jus to tell meh she luv me take all
Her breath to do.she on a kidney machine I kno it′s hurtin her 2 4 times a week gotta
Get her blood drew she say the bible n prayer the only thing that get her through
Why my grandma deserve dis y god wat did she do.thought jus cause I had a lil money
I could by her a new one.she keep the family together she one I caint loose

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
My aunty got AIDS n I′m watchin her suffer why she otta die because
She fell in luv with a hustla although she dying she say she still luv em
I kno if I see em again I′ll kill dat muthafucka.only get 15 minutes to talk to my brudda
Cause he in prison gotta go see em if I wanna hug em.sum niggas willin to risk dey freedom
For thuggin jus because he made a mistake I gotta be here for em jus because I love him .
My ucle jus called found out his daughter fuckin, fuckin wen dey get 14 like it ain′t nuthin
In da hood it′s happenin 10 out of a dozen dat nigga her daddy age dat is fuckin my lil cousin

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
My daddy near 50 still livin with his momma can′t even have a family reuion
It′s alwayz drama.last three months I dun lost both of my uncles.
Why my family luck bad I sit n wunda we ain′t close lyke we should be n dat is taken us
Unda.the only time we cum together is to have a funeral sit around n talk about
Each other n spread rumors.kno it′s sum of mah fault cause I don′t talk to em
For my family to be happy is all I want help my grandma fight, god I know she don′t
To see my mama retire that′s all I want hope my brudda get out to see his kids for once

@ Plies

Текст песни:

[Intro: Plies Talking]
Aye, man, muthaf**ka just told me to pull my pants up homie (What?)
Pull my pants up, I went up to that muthaf**ka and told him I′m from the hood and that′s how shit
go

[Chorus: Plies]
I let my pants (My Pants) Hang low (Hang low)
I′m from the hood and this how shit go (I′m from the hood)
I let my pants (My pants) hang low (Hang low)
So, you better not play with my dough
′Cause if you do, 4, 4 (4, 4)
I′m from the hood and that′s how shit go
I let my pants my pants, hang low (Hang low)
I′m from the hood and that′s how shit go

[Verse 1: Plies]
I′m from the home of goon, city of the choppas
You ain′t ′bout that life, you ain′t want no problems
If you sweet and you know it, f**k it gone rob ya
Want straight yappas, f**k with no revolvers
Real street nigga, need a real good lawyer
Last two cases, bought four charges
In the hood, couple rules that you must follow
If you don′t then, slugs′a be in your body
Want my paper, get my shawty
Hustle all day, try to ride big body
Been with three dope boys, hood call ′em garbage
Will I still f**k′a, I don′t know, yeah, prolly
Just a hood nigga with alot of swag shawty
Who I hang with the most, prolly my 40
Been labeled a goon, that′s what the hood call me
Stay in the hood, ′til I die homie, that′s regardless

[Chorus: Plies]
I let my pants (My Pants) Hang low (Hang low)
I′m from the hood and this how shit go (I′m from the hood)
I let my pants (My pants) hang low (Hang low)
So, you better not play with my dough
′Cause if you do, 4, 4 (4, 4)
I′m from the hood and that′s how shit go
I let my pants my pants, hang low (Hang low)
I′m from the hood and that′s how shit go

[Hook: Plies]
Say I′m too hood, might be
Don′t give a damn what you think about me
Say I′m a goon, that′s me
Don′t give a damn what you think about me, nigga

[Verse 2: Plies]
This where you find the most snitches, and most guns
Go four little parnters right now, on the run
Half of the city fellas supposed to have got warned
Guns stay swole every first of the month
If you ain′t got 5, you better not stunt
Hood cut throat, can′t even front
Bentley alright, get more attention than the donk
No shirt, pants saggin′ with big charm
If it ain′t top of the line, I don′t want that blunt
Geeked in this trap, come through the front
Jack boys ridin′, tryna find what they want
Ball last night, 4 g′s what I spun
Before you f**kin′ with me, better take his lunch
′Cause, if you get behind me, then I′m gon′ punch
554′s under the hood, will run
′Cause I′m from the hood, and this is how it done

[Chorus: Plies]
I let my pants (My Pants) Hang low (Hang low)
I′m from the hood and this how shit go (I′m from the hood)
I let my pants (My pants) hang low (Hang low)
So, you better not play with my dough
′Cause if you do, 4, 4 (4, 4)
I′m from the hood and that′s how shit go
I let my pants my pants, hang low (Hang low)
I′m from the hood and that′s how shit go

[Hook: Plies]
Say I′m too hood, might be
Don′t give a damn what you think about me
Say I′m a goon, that′s me
Don′t give a damn what you think about me, nigga

[Outro: Mannie Fresh talking]
Yaaahhhh, ladies and gentlemen
You′re now listenin′ to the ghetto music
And, this being supplied to you by the realest in charge,
Plies, and the dude freggy fresh, yeah
Good night ya′ll

@ Plies

Текст песни:

[Whispering:]
I feel like fuckin′, I feel like fuckin′, I feel like fuckin′

[Chorus:]
I′m just in one of them moods, I feel like fuckin′
Wanna lay up in somethin′ wet, and punish somethin′
I want a nice lil′ baby who ain′t got on nothin′
I got a taste for some pussy, I feel like fuckin′ [x2]

Ate pussy in the shower for the first time last week
I got a confession to make to the world, I′m a freak
I think about wet pussy, all in my sleep
My fantasy is to get caught, fuckin′ on the beach

The best pussy you can get is when you gotta sneak
I call my lil′ baby a shooter; when she nut, she skeet
If I had my choice of how I′m a die, I′d be in some pussy, beatin′
Bammin′ pussy, then leave and cause a nigga cheatin′

My baby sore, cause I done fucked her twice, this evenin′
Said I fuck her so good, it feel like she dreamin′
Got her playin′ with herself for no apparent reason
Need some more of that pussy, cause a nigga feenin′

[Chorus]

All this liquor keep me horny than a motherfucker
Just text bay and ask her could I come fuck her
Only yak here, but shit, her ass in trouble
Goin′ to beat bay, so that mean no rubber

That′s my motherfuckin′ best, nigga, that′s how I cut her
We been fuckin for a while, that′s how we fuck each other
Love diggin′ in lil′ mama, cause it get gutta
Seem like that pussy go to runnin′, soon as you touch her

When I get in that pussy, I′m tryin′ to pull a muscle
Ready to come up out these boxers, so I can gon′ and fuck her
I can blame it on the liquor, if I wanna suck her
Know I′m ready to fuck bad than a motherfucker

[Chorus]

Can be four in the mornin′ or two in the afternoon
Just thinking ′bout that pussy get me in my mood
Knowin′ that pussy on it′s way, get me in my groove
Nothin′ like a bad bitch, who body smooth

Lay her flat on the bed, and look at her in the nude
Then fuck on every inch of the whole room
Money first, then pussy, then food
Around fat pussy, it′s hard to keep my cool

Gotta turn my head, so I don′t fuckin′ drool
I can tell when I want it; feel my boxers move
Yet they pussy get wet, when they want it too
Good pussy the worst thing you can ever lose

[Chorus]

[Whispering:]
I feel like fuckin′, I feel like fuckin′, I feel like fuckin′, I feel like fuckin′

@ Plies

Текст песни:

[Intro:]
I got plenty money I got plenty money I got plenty money
Let da streets kno I got plenty money I got plenty money

[Chorus:]
What′s in my pocket dog big face huned jus left da mall
Bought erre thang that I wanted I′m kinda of mad witchu
Haters I′m real dissapointed cause wat u didn′t tell da people
Dat I got plenty money I got plenty money

[Verse1]
I lyke mah bitches hood but my all my whips foriegn jus bought a new house
Da last one was borin 10, 000 sq.feet it feel lyke you tourin dese niggaz
Dissin me it ain′t really important.take off yo shirt nigga I bet yo ribs showin.
U niggaz starvin my money ovaflowin.jewelry game sick got all dese hoes
Adorin.catch me n da club with all da yak pourin.if I eva go to prison umma have
Plenty stories.sleep real good ain′t gotta worry.stay fresh erre day jewlry stay
Glowin.I got plenty money n all u niggas kno it

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Next money guess wat I′m buyin rappers.I′m startin to feel sorry fo u lil bastards.
I′m pretty hawt yo career a disaster. I control you niggaz sumthin lyke yo master.
65 grand that round a beezle.stay frum round me if u don′t lyke 2 smell cheddar
I ain′t fuckin with da hoe cause she a big hacker.wanna kno who I′m fuckin my money
I jus married hur.she ben good 2 meh I mite 5 karot hur.ran me out da store
I brought to many plasmas.countin so much money breathin like I got
Asthma.u kno the old sayin the mo money tha merrier.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
I don′t kno why I botu da bently wen I had da masarati.wat I paid fo da goonz
Trade 140.scared 2 keep money on meh cause I will blow it.my strip club name
Is MR. WILL THROW IT.keep fire on deck n I will show it.fuq with me n get wacked
All u niggaz kno it.scared 2 dance in da club cause my fire loaded.if u don′t use it den
Don′t tote it.mo money 2 most niggas me mo whorish.mo money 2 me mean keep
Goin.haterz gettin tired my money still growin.ball all night catch a flight next mornin

@ Plies